Sober by Jonasclean

This world has no patience, no consistency.
How long should I decide to stay in this mud?
My Beloved doesn't even need my Love.
I am not the black topsoil
Just so the wind can blow me to dust.
I am not the roof of the sky
Just so I can wear a gray mantle.
Since He is my store, my bazaar,
Why should I rent a store?
I am the Sultan of Soul.
Why should I watch and serve like a servant?
I will tear the store down.
My store is His Love.
I have found the mine of ruby.
How can I be a shopkeeper?
I don't have a cut on my head.
Why should I wear a bandage?
I am the doctor of the world.
Tell me, why should I look sick?
I am the nightingale of the garden of Heart.
It would be a shame to become an owl.
I am a rose sapling in His rose garden.
It would be bad for me to be a thorn.
I should stay away from troubled ones,
Since I am close to the Sultan.
I should be disgusted with my self,
Because I have reached His Love.
If I look for a job to do,
He ties my hands with chains.
If I intend to stay sober,
He drowns me in a jar of wine.

{ Rumi (ks) }

• Disco
• Disco House
• Electronic
• House
• Jackin House
• Minimal Deep Tech
• techno
• Turkey